No I do not believe in miricles. That said, life is what you make it.

I am not a christian I am a Unitarian. I believe in God and Only One God.  But not  the  Holy Trinity.

The same as Our Founding Fathers of this great nation. They were Deist's and that is why they separated church and state. If you doubt that Google the Founding Fathers and their religious beliefs. I am also a Historian having done research for SIU Carbondale Illinois.

They also are Unitarian's and attend very  large church with a large membership

God Bless All Here.

I have just finished reading a book entitled Where Angels Roost.  It is a wonderful story about a boy who's mom has to send him to live with her parents during the Great Depression because she can't afford to feed him.  Miracles?  This story proves that even at life's lowest moments, God comes through and performs his miracles in so many ways.  Google "Where Angels Roost" and enjoy reading -- it makes you laugh out loud and even cry.  After reading this novel, I'm seeing more miracles in my life now that I would have simply missed for not being reminded to look for them - even seek them out.

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I  remember a miracle I had - it made me realize a lot of things - mostly that GOD is LOVE.

It was when my  daughter (can't remember her age - but she was pretty young)  took her own money to take me to a restaurant that she had gone to with her girl friend.

I couldn't eat anything hot or cold - couldn't get rid of pain in my mouth - tried pain pills, soup, going to church. (and didn't have any money to go to the dentist).

We were splitting some meals in this beautiful restaurant - and all of a sudden the pain was gone - and I said to my daughter, "Do you know what just happened?"

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We are two ordinary people living our ordinary lives.  We are lapsed Catholics but we do believe in God - or what ever name you chose to call Him.  We have witnessed more than one miracle and I believe that I have been the recipient of some truly miraculous divine intervention.

I had cirrhosis of the liver due to Hepatitis C.  My doctor tried what he could but referred me to a specialist.  This doctor tried Interfuron and Ribavarin which only depleted my white blood cells.  My only option left was a liver transplant and I decided that I did not want to be "listed".  I was over 50, had no children and did not want to give my family and friends hope.  I was going to die.  I told no one and I cried all the way home.  I spent hours on the internet driving myself crazy with statistics.

Late the next evening, my general practitioner rang me at home.  He had spoken to the specialist and wanted to know why I refused to be listed.  I cried and I told him.  One is judged by their illness, he told me, not by their life-style.  My life was not worth any less because of my age or lack of children.  I was sick and I needed to be put on the list.  We talked for almost an hour and I finally agreed.  He was my first miracle.  He also told me to stay off the internet.

I chose a hospital which was an hour and a half away.  Months went by, tests were performed.  The wait had begun.  My specialist told us of a doctor in Barcelona.  We went to Spain only to be told we needed a living donor.  We came home for more testing.   I was beginning to develp complications.   I needed another specialist closer to home.  One day in late March, I was rushed to our local hospital and suddenly I was on the top of the list.  More complications.  Friends and family prayed for me.  A receptionist in the hospital had her entire church praying for me.  Me, a person only one of the congrgation had met!  I believed I could use all the prayers I could get.

A few days after I was released we received "the" call.  It was a Thursday.  Tearful, terrified and nervous, we drove up to the hospital only to be told that all the organs had to be rejected and to go home.  And wait.  I was at the top of the list and it would not be a long wait we were told.  We were mentally and physically exhausted at that point. 

I never really realized how sick I was.  I never gave in or gave up. I pushed myself as much as I could.  I knew that the operation was risky but I tried not to think about it.  I tried to keep my mind busy.  I prayed.  We both did.

The following Thursday, I came home from shopping, confused and exhausted.  My husband came out and told me the hospital called.  I began to cry and fell to the ground.  My case was packed, my best friend had arrived to stay with my Mother and our dogs.  We made the drive in record time amidst tears and fears, prayers and laughter.  I was immediately put into a room, waited for more test results and very late that night had my operation.  The beginning of a new life and my third miracle.

During my operation, I died.  My very pregnant angel performed CPR and gave me four broken ribs...and my second miracle!

That was five years ago.  Do not tell me there is no such thing as a miracle!

I would like to tell a Miracle I have seen...My husband's sister's grandson was born blind and had seziers. We went to church one sunday morning and had everyone to pray for him...nothing happen, Then we went to church that night and everyone prayed for him again..still nothing happen. When the service was over it was like no one wanted to leave, it was like something was holding everyone there....so we asked the church to pray for that baby again....Boy did the Lord come down in all His Glory,,, we were right under the light in the church and after we had prayed again....we notice the baby was blinking his eyes,,, then we knew he could see!!! We went home and I had a stuff toy and walked in front of him and I waved it back and forth about six feet away from him and he followed it with his eyes!!!! We knew he was healed!! Praise the Lord!!

Then around a month later we notice that he wasn't having any more seziers! He was taken to the doctor and he confirmed that there was not a thing wrong with that baby!!

Today he is 14 years old, and still not a thing wrong with him!! Glory to God. Like you I can tell about other's also. Thanks for the Miracle report.....Joi

I just want everyone to know I do believe in Miracles...I have seen some happen...only because of Jesus Christ himself can do these things..There is nothing impossible with God. I know many people don't believe, if they don't then they don't believe in God. He is the creatator of all men. This world didn't come by a great boom as most people believe, He only had to speak the word and it was done.

 One of these days, and it won't be long until everyone who doesn't believe will bow down before him, everything that has breath will confess That HE IS LORD.

 I just wanted to put my input on this...I am a HOLY GHOST FILLED DAUGHER OF JESUS CHRIST...I carry his NAME only because I have done what the Lord says...Repent. Be Baptize in THE NAME OF JESUS, and you shall recieve the GIFT OF THE HOLY GHOST. ACTS: 2:38.

If anyone has any questions on this ,please feel free to do so. Thank you...God Bless...Joi

             The more I read Bill Newcott's article on miracles, the more impatient I got.  First, the comment by Harry Rubenstein that Thomas Jefferson's rewrite of the New Testament "was purely of the Enlightenment" ignores the fact that the entire process of deciding which books should be considered authoritative scripture in the first place involved some people rejecting others' theological points of view.  Some people at the Council of Nicea did not want literature suggesting that Jesus was God and others were adamant to include it.  Jefferson's impulse to tear away the more supernatural elements of the New Testament were more extreme and thorough-going but it was connected to much more in the history of western thought than just the Enlightenment. 

            Clearly, unfortunately, most Americans are Bible-centric in their "certainty" about miracles.  If a miracle does occur, it is no more proof that the God of the Bible is behind it than the intelligent design argument is proof that the biblical and no other god was behind the creation.  Furthermore, neither miracles nor the creation implies monotheism, perfection, omnipotence, goodness, compassion nor ubiquity.  For all we know, if miracles occur, they are granted not because we pray in Hebrew or in the name of Christ or to Allah, but in spite of it.

            Regarding people's "certainty" about miracles:  I've been talking with Christians and Jews of all stripes for decades.  A minority of them and of Muslims are absolutely certain that their way is the one and only way.  Except for their arrogance or some danger they might pose, so what?  Certainty is proof of nothing and is cheap.  Those who are certain, get in line.

            Most disturbing for me in the article was the notion that the most deserving seem to be the ones granted miracles.  I'm sorry but how does having one family member with cancer or who's gravely injured in a car accident or who's in a coma or been wounded in a war stack up against people who've lost their entire family or even their entire village to the white man's guns or diseases, or to Hitler or Stalin or the Hutus or famine or a tsunami or malaria or AIDS?  Hundreds of millions or billions of such more deserving people have prayed to be saved from such forces without their prayers being answered.  For every prayer that's been "answered," there are probably hundreds or thousands that haven't been.  Don't tell me your recovery against all medical odds is proof of God's personal involvement in, care about, and miraculous intervention in human life.

            The proper response to a miracle, I think, is not belief or theology but awe and gratitude.  The most honest and humble response would be to say, "Whatever or whoever is behind this, I thank you!" or simply "I am filled with thankfulness!"  A parent watching the joy of his or her child discovering a gift requires no thanks.  The joy of a child discovering something when no one is watching is just as precious.